Makeshift
By SMYGO4EVA
To say that they were worn out would be an understatement, as Watanuki and Doumeki fell upon the grass. They had successfully vanquished the toil and labor of planting and weeding, all for the upcoming school festival.
Doumeki huffed out a laugh, with Watanuki taking note of his hand, the knuckles bloody. He sat up on the ground, his hands at his sides, with Doumeki sitting upright as well.
"Your hand, let me take a look." Watanuki spoke aloud, reaching out and grabbing hold of Doumeki's hand, not yanking it, as he normally would.
Doumeki let out a few ragged breaths, his body weary, but he furrowed his eyes at whatever Watanuki was planning to do. "It's nothing, really."
"It's not nothing! Jeez." Watanuki grumbled, muttering under his breath as he looked around, no first aid kit in sight. He exhaled a hard sigh, and he took the helm of his white shirt, ripping it slowly, and pulled it off the end, so it could be a makeshift bandage.
"You owe me a new shirt." Watanuki said, wrapping the makeshift cloth around Doumeki's hand, his knuckles covered, the bleeding halted.
"I guess so," Doumeki agreed, smiling a bit, still catching his breath.
"Don't push it." Watanuki grumbled, rolling his eyes. Just then, exhaustion swept over him, and he placed his head on Doumeki's shoulder, with Doumeki noticing, and holding still.
It was all in a day's work, with the sun shining warm in the cold autumn air.